21 February 2022

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The Tinder Rapist

I don't know if I am doing the right thing. It could open old wounds. It might not even be the same guy. Am I doing the right thing?

Shit.

I don't know if I am. She said it was behind her.

Was it? Could it be?

What's pushing me to do it is that I know that she wouldn't want other people hurt. I thought about getting involved and not telling her, but that's just not the way we do things. It isn't. We're honest, even when it might be hard.

Now, normally, I'd make a dumb joke about being hard and let Dad reward me, but it doesn't feel appropriate right now. Then again, Dad would reward me for not making the joke, too. Dad would reward me for breathing.

And reward me well.

Time to go see Mom. Oh, this is Leslie.

I found her out on the lanai, overlooking the water. Kind of in a thoughtful repose. That's not Mom. Not at all. She's a bundle of energy.

What's going on?

She saw me and patted the spot on the lounge next to her.

"I saw the article too," said Mom. Ah.

Let me catch you up. It was a small paragraph in a long journal from long ago. Mom was raped by a Tinder date who ghosted her after. She will tell you that it is all good and it is behind her and we all allow her to believe that bullshit, but that's not the way it works. Look at Cassie. Yes, she's doing great, but she'll tell you that under it all, she still has pain. Now, her circumstances were worse if there are levels of rape, but still, rape is rape.

"What should I do?" asked Mom.

"You should do what you feel like you should do," I said.

"You're no help at all," said Mom.

"I'm here," I said.

She didn't reply. She just rolled on her side and gave me a hug. Just a hug.

Mom gives incredible hugs.

It is the tits. Maybe not completely the tits, but come on, Mom's tits.

I tentatively licked her nipple and she moaned. I lifted my head and looked at her.

"Is now appropriate?" I asked, and Mom laughed a bit.

"You sure you needed to ask that?" said Mom, with a smile.

So I slid down her body and sucked on her clit.

Hard.

I am now soaked. What a great problem to have.

At least I'll see Mom and Dad

Amy here. I'm on my way to Cleveland. Yes, that's where it happened. I had been back to visit Mom and Dad and was horny. I'm always horny! I used Tinder a bit to find hookups and it had gone well. I did it from my childhood bedroom, which seemed weird, but I found Sterling. That should have been the clue. Upper class white guy, complete with the tennis sweater tied around his neck. College kid, home from Princeton.

A fit blonde tennis player with some intelligence sounded great. He was refreshing and offered dinner, but I was pretty blunt with him that I would prefer to jump to after dinner play.

That seemed OK to him. I put on a sundress and headed to his hotel room that he had rented for the night. Both staying with parents, right? I told him not to be fancy. Just a clean chain hotel and he chose a Courtyard by Marriott. Not the lowest tier, but reasonably modest.

So far, so good.

I knocked on the door and he opened it, just a little. I remember thinking his room was dark. He actually reached through the door and pulled me in.

And put the rag over my face. The smell was strong, but I only remember that for an instant.

I woke up in the room alone, with the lights off. Naked and hurting.

So freaking stupid. Yes, of me, but of him, too. I had enough time to get a glimpse of him, which I doubt he expected. My night vision is exceptional, and the hallway was dim, so my eyes had adjusted. The police later told me he had likely disabled many of the lights in the corridor. If I ever get the chance to identify him, that decision was a bad one. He should have had as much light as possible in the hall. Then I couldn't have seen him.

Tall, blonde, and fit?

Nope.

Short, chubby, and balding?

A perfect description. But here's the stupid part. I love sex. I look past the physical person. Now, I suppose I have my limits, but he was on the favorable side of that line. Yes, I would have dropped my sundress and rocked his world.

Instead I ended up bleeding and bruised. Which I know was more of his goal.

But I am a strong woman. I am also smart enough to not to touch anything. I found my purse, which to my surprise he had left, and dug out my phone and called 911. I explained the situation, that I was safe, but still naked because I didn't want to disturb evidence. They promised to send a female team.

Like I cared.

I heard the knock on the door and a soft whisper of Police. I remember appreciating their discretion. I stood behind the door and opened it and two women walked in, both in pantsuits. I don't know why I remember that.

They stepped in and I closed the door and turned on the light. They both gasped, but in this case, they were gasping at my bruises. Certainly, small bruises all over, but the V of bruises on my upper legs were bad, really bad. I don't even understand how he did it. I guess he punched me basically in the vagina.

I am also covered with cum. Normally a pleasant outcome, but not that night.

One of the cops was looking at me and the other was looking away.

"You don't have to look away. I literally don't care if you see me naked. I care about catching this guy," I said. That's when I realized it wasn't my bruises or my being naked that was making her look away.

OK, not exactly true. The naked part was the issue but not out of any sense of my "honor".

Her nipples are about to burst out of her shirt, and she is clearly wearing a bra.

"Listen," I said. "If you're conflicted about looking because you like the view, don't be. I don't care. I meant it. In different circumstances, we'd both be naked and in that bed by now."

That made her swivel her head back with a look of shock on her face. Then she smiled, or almost grimaced.

"You would have fucked him if he'd been polite," she said.

"Yeah," I said. "It was the whole point of my being here. I'm horny. I'm of age. I like sex. This wasn't about sex."

"No," said the blonde cop. Not the one appreciating the view. OK, maybe so, but being a little more subtle. We'll go with modestly erect nipples. The cop that is enjoying the view more is Black and simply stunning.

"So you like boys and girls and are still interested in me even though I am Black," she said.

"Yeah, and that's going to be an issue at the trial," I said. "I get it. I must have wanted it. I put myself in the situation. I deserved it."

They both just nodded, with frowns on their face.

"I don't care," I said, with some force. "We're still going after the son of a bitch."

But they never found him. Even with all the DNA they collected from me. Inside and out. Inside everywhere.

My ass was bleeding too.

Sorry for the graphic description, but it was bad.

Now I have to deal with it again.

But I am going to help

This is Leslie. Yes, Mom shared all that with me. We're going to find this guy. You see, the article was from a free-lance journalist and published in the Washington Post. It tracked almost a hundred similar cases with descriptions that were too close to be a coincidence. The pictures and schools rotated that he was supposed to be attending, but the premise was the same. Mostly Ivy League. Some tennis. Some lacrosse. A little soccer. Always a hotel in the Marriott chain.

The reason the police didn't figure out the pattern was that every single case was in a different city. Never once was it the same city.

Not once.

Why did the journalist dig so deep and find the connection?

Because he was the victim in Oklahoma City.

Yes he. Not Tinder. Grindr.

Some police departments were dismissive, but enough saw the connection that they compared DNA.

None matched. Not one.

Two things led to his capture. Oh yeah, we caught him. Come on. I have resources well beyond a local police department. You'd think it was Sheila or LJ, but it was Colby that caught him.

Yes, Colby. Yes, I brought my 7-year-old brother into solving our Mom's rape. Colby used a variation of the data sifting they did to buy all those companies. This time he focused on the two things. It was always a Marriott property and none of the cum matched.

He rotated through various Marriott properties. Sometimes Courtyard. An occasional Sheraton. One Westin. Springhill Suites. Fairfield. A few Residence Inns.

There were a lot of cases. The team went back and did interviews. He picked hotels by reading his audience. Some women would be happy at the Courtyard. I was. Some needed a Westin to buy into the plan.

Colby's digging found one Marriott Rewards account that had a reservation on the night in question in every single hotel.

A woman.

Yes, you read that right. Before you go down the rabbit hole of someone that is a crossdresser, the person charged really is a woman. Which leads us to the other anomaly. None of the DNA matched.

Her job supplied the cum. Seriously. She was a courier for a sperm bank that often traded sperm with other sperm banks to further the match with the woman's choices. She literally carried frozen cum around the country. You'd think they would ship it, and they do, but some customers wanted it fast enough to employ a courier. The vials are bigger than you think and so is the volume. Some sperm apparently expires, or the donor changes their mind, and they discard the sperm. She was stealing the discards and covering the victims by squirting it from a syringe. The bruises were literally her fists. She wasn't getting the attention she believed she deserved from men and it was women like me that were the problem. The journalist? Apparently he was the husband of a man she favored. She actually lived in Oklahoma City. He was the first victim. She enjoyed it and off she went.

Her love for Marriott points was her downfall. She was so smart and eluded police for so long and the stupidity of rewards points brought her down.

We're going to do the takedown now. Della, Kosal, and me, along with a team from the FBI. Interstate lines, you know.

There was no good place to do the takedown. She worked in a busy office complex and lived in a busy apartment complex. We finally decided it was easier to clear the apartment complex, so very early one morning, teams swept in and cleared every apartment near hers at 5 in the morning. The people weren't all happy, but they complied quietly.

It is a good thing we did.

Her apartment was a townhouse. Two floors. The middle unit of seven attached units. We knocked on the door and the lead agent yelled "FBI".

And the entire unit exploded. Not just hers. All seven. It broke windows for miles. Cars in the parking lot caught fire. Trees looked like giant match sticks.

Our team was fine. Standing there in the rubble of the explosion.

Force fields are handy.

Now, you would think this is the end of the story, but it is not. She tried to mess with us and make us believe she had died in the explosion, but we quickly identified the remains found in the apartment. Her twin brother.

There was a dynamic there.

Perhaps in our world they could have married, and all would have been good.

Oh we found her. It turns out that her twin brother is her identical twin.

Yeah, we would have welcomed her. Penis or not.

Sometimes terrible situations have horrible roots. We learned all about her family dynamic. I won't tell you it all here but suffice it to say we would have gotten her help for her underlying mental health issues too.

So we did. No, she didn't live happily ever after in Dionysus. She's in prison and will stay there. It is just so freaking sad.

And yes, Mom still would have let her fuck her.

Shit.

The Virgin Quest

Leslie and I are off to Clearwater to deflower some virgins.

OK, maybe not. How about find young people to fuck. More likely, but virgins are fun.

Oh wait. This is Rylee. This is not the same story. I just caught where this was placed. This story is all good.

We're really twinning it up, too. Matching outfits. Matching hair styles. Matching tits.

Well...

You see, we're both edging into D cup territory, which is hard to believe. Or makes people hard.

Or both. Yes, I'm telling that one to Bob.

Now, you're expecting we would stay at my house, or Leslie's house, or one of Leslie's mom and dad's houses. Nope. A hotel. On Clearwater Beach. The Sand Pearl. It is a very nice hotel, on a nice part of the beach. We also love the restaurant next door for breakfast. It might be all about breakfast. We have a room with two Queen beds. You see, we're incognito. Yeah, stop laughing. We were going to say that our parents had the connecting room. We were all checked in and headed to the beach. We weren't announcing ourselves as being from Dionysus. Just two girls hitting the beach.

We're pretty recognizable, but camped it up a bit, so maybe, just maybe, there won't be a crowd. Or at least people will be respectful. Our basic plan was that if you had the balls to approach us, we would lick your balls. OK, that was weird, but you get my point. If you're polite, and direct, you're probably in. If you really screw up the courage to just say hi and that's it?

We're fucking your brains out. Now, you might be under the impression that this trip is all about sex with new people.

You would be right.

We were headed to the beach now. We are both in bikinis. I am wearing the Alisha Strappy Bikini. It's sexy, but modest, covering all the right places but, well, sexy. It's a brilliant blue. Leslie is wearing the Lucid Bijou. Also sexy. In purple. It's her color. The only thing modestly controversial is that we cut out the lining. It's still opaque, but thin. Hard nipples are pretty obvious. Hell, even an erect clit is noticeable if you look.

People would look.

We even have our hair up in pigtails. Sexy AF French braid pigtails. We have coverups on to walk through the hotel, but given they're white and sheer, they actually made us sexier. I don't mean to sound cocky, but we're young, sexy, in great shape, and have incredible tits.

We also have erect nipples, mostly because we sucked on each other's nipples right before we left the room. Come on. Leslie's nipples. You would have, too.

We were out fairly early, so the beach wasn't too busy yet. We found two lounges and pushed them together. We set all of our stuff down and laid back. We'd lathered each other up in the room, which might have been another cause of the erect nipples. Hey, you have to be careful even if you do have a top on.

A top. We're wearing tops. How weird. It's almost like we're back to the old days in Clearwater.

Oh yeah. I admit it is hard to go back. We have such freedom, and our entire country is happy. Yes, happy. We are!

It might be the sex. Lots and lots of sex. Lots. It was worth saying again.

There were tons of open lounges so there was plenty of opportunity for people to approach us. I saw two boys across the way, and it appeared like they were arguing. I touched Leslie's arm and nodded. We both watched. The smaller boy looked like he was trying to convince the slightly larger boy to do something. The larger boy didn't seem to be arguing against it. He just seemed a bit lost. I have to admit, they are both adorable. I think I like their parents already because they were wearing speedos. Ya gotta love a young boy in a speedo, right? Finally the smaller boy said something that made the older boy laugh.

Then he made a beeline towards us. He stopped short.

"Are these two taken?" he asked, pointing at the two next to us.

Apparently we were the discussion. You go, little guy.

"Nope," said Leslie. "All yours. Vacationing with your family?"

"Yes," said the little guy. "I'm Dean and this is my brother, Colten."

Colten looked like he wanted to cry.

"A pleasure to meet you both," said Leslie. Then she hopped up. Damn, her tits bounce nicely when she does that. The boys noticed and Colten blushed bright red.

Ah. Speedo + hardon = blush.

"I'm April and this is my sister, June. Our parents weren't very imaginative," said Leslie/April. She stuck out her hand to Colten. Colten is very polite. He immediately hopped up and took Leslie's hand. I'm going to stick with Leslie, ruse or not. Colten found a voice.

I was distracted by Colten's cock. A very nice cock. Cut. Which I could tell. Speedo, you know.

"A pleasure to meet you, April," said Colten. His voice only cracked once. Oh! Got it. So did Leslie.

"Be honest. You thought we were Leslie and Rylee," said Leslie, laughing. "We don't see it, but we get it a lot. I think it is the tits." She then proceeded to grab her breasts and squeeze them together. I almost laughed that Colten closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

Hell, it almost made me cum, too.

"Yeah, they're older than we are, too," I said. "I'm 13 and April is 14."

"Really," jumped in Dean. "I would have guessed older. Colten is 13, too. I'm only 12."

Oh boy. Such sweet ages.

Colten really did find his voice once he thought we weren't us. That sentence even made sense. They sat back and we just took in the sun and chatted. We learned they were from Columbus, Ohio. Their parents both work for Nationwide. Probably not the moment to mention that they both worked for me. Actually already owned them. It wasn't a part of our, well, large acquisition.

Apparently we are from North Carolina. Cary to be exact. We probably should have worked on our back story, but Leslie was making shit up and I smiled and nodded. We were here with our parents. Our dad works for MetLife, so also in insurance. I had to suppress a laugh because I own it, too. Our mom is a stay at home mom, but volunteers a lot, particularly at our high school. It is really hard to not laugh at some of this shit. High school.

Good God.

"Yeah, we doubt if we'll see them much," said Leslie. "They love to sightsee and are at the zoo. They come to Florida for the zoo. We like the beach and meeting cute young men." Leslie hit them both with a smile, but carefully. In other words, their cocks both bounced, but they didn't cum.

"So there is no one in your room?" said Dean. Well played Dean well played. Leslie giggled a bit. She freaking giggled.

"I wondered if you'd pick up on that," said Leslie. "Did you have something in mind?"

Dean's fun. Colten will be too, but Dean is fun.

"Do you want the tame answer that is expected in this situation, or the blunt honest truth of our dreams?" said Dean. What a great question. Don't freak us out by being smarmy. Ask us.

"We are all about direct and honest," I said. "What did you have in mind?" Colten blushed again. Dean took a deep breath.

"We're both virgins and really would love to not be virgins before we go home," said Dean. Nicely worded, too. He didn't hit on us. He shared his goals.

"You're pretty good at this, Dean," said Leslie. "You didn't proposition us, and you weren't smarmy. You shared what you wanted honestly and let us decide whether to laugh or accept. I won't promise that will come true, but you've got a shot. So I'll be direct, too. What experience do you have?"

They both blushed. Scarlet red. A deep blush all the way down their chests. Leslie came and sat down next to me.

"You can be honest," said Leslie. "Very honest." She looked around and no one was looking, and she kissed me. She also squeezed my breasts, just briefly.

Both boys moaned.

"So if your experience is with other boys, or even each other, keep in mind that we find that a simply huge turn on," said Leslie.

"You do?" said Colten.

"Absolutely," I said. "Why limit yourself? Sex is fun. Lots of fun. So be honest and we'll figure out things we can help you learn."

They sat down next down next to each other on Dean's lounge, looking at us. Colten looked around.

And then kissed Dean and stroked his cock, just a bit.

"We don't have much experience with girls," said Colten. "We've both kissed a girl, but it wasn't much of a kiss. I got to see girl's breasts once, but it was an accident. I did like it though." He added a smile. It was nice that he was getting more comfortable.

"Do you take direction well?" I asked. Both nodded so hard that it must have hurt. Leslie stood up and grabbed her bag and so did I.

"Come on," said Leslie and she walked away. Hell we all followed her gorgeous ass.

"She's got a nice ass, doesn't she?" I said. They both nodded again, furiously.

"So be direct. What you like. What you don't. What you want to do and haven't," I said. "Don't worry about offending us. If we say no, we mean it. That's all you have to remember."

We walked through the hotel and took the elevator up. We walked into the room and they looked around. Dean turned to us.

"I expected a suite," he said, smiling.

"Why?" asked Leslie. "Oh come on. You really thought we were famous? We don't look that much like them. Although apparently close enough for your fantasies. Maybe we should role play."

Oh snap. We're going to role play ourselves?

"Why would we do that?" asked Colten. "You're April and June. We like you just the way you are."

Smooth, dude, smooth.

Leslie hopped up on the bed and laid back and patted the spot next to her and pointed at me. I laid down next to her and she turned and gave me one hell of a kiss.

"Your turn," I said. They looked a little shy, but to my surprise, Colten took the lead. He pulled Dean in close, rubbing their cocks together, and gave him an incredibly passionate kiss. Damn.

"Nice job, boys," I said. "Strip for us. Make it sexy."

And they did. Stripping involved just taking off their speedos, but they did it with a nice dance. More importantly, they stripped each other. They both stroked the other's cock, just a little.

We liked it. We got out of the bed and pointed at them. They laughed and laid down. They even did the kiss, just like us, and put a lot into it.

Then it was our turn. We kissed, just like they did, rubbing against each other. I reached down and pulled Leslie's suit to the side, just a little, and slid two fingers in. Then she did the same to me. We kept kissing and both just exploded.

The boys liked it. Leslie turned around and I untied her top and she let it drop. Both boys gasped, which is a nice compliment. She did the same to me, resulting in the same gasp.

Well I would hope so.

We shimmied our bikini bottoms down, to moans from both boys. Leslie took the lead and crawled up the bed to Dean. I did the same to Colten.

"Have either of you cum today?" asked Leslie. They both shook their heads no.

So Leslie just swallowed Dean's cock. I know a good thing when I see it and did the same to Colten. They weren't going to last long, but Leslie and I both had the same idea. Just as they were going to cum, we pulled off, and let them give themselves a facial. There was a lot of cum.

"You need to clean each other up," I said.

"Can you get us a towel?" asked Colten.

"No," I said. "With your tongue. Then you kiss the cum to us." Their eyebrows almost blew off they went up so high.

Then they did it. They enjoyed it. Not just the kissing cum to us. The cum itself.

These boys like cum.

"OK, our turn," said Leslie. "Up." They hopped up like they'd been poked with a cattle prod. We laid down.

"We're going to teach you things. These things will make you popular with girls. Once you get the opportunity with the first girl, your skills will become known," I said. "Trust us."

"Climb up," said Leslie. "We're going to teach you all about the vagina." Then we gave a class. All the parts. Where to touch.

Where to lick. These boys paid attention. A lot of attention. So much attention that they got to experience two girls squirting on them. I gave them so much credit. They didn't back off at all. They swallowed it all. And liked it.

"That was quite good," said Leslie. "You're fast learners. Are you ready?"

They both looked confused. They were sure hard enough.

We hopped up again and pointed for them to lay down. This time I took Dean and Leslie took Colten. We sat on their legs.

"Now, this is important," said Leslie. "You have to give us permission. More important, you only get one first time. If you have someone special to you, you might want to wait. Then again, we're really good at this."

That got moans.

"I'm ready," said Dean. "I am so ready."

"Me too," squeaked Colten. He blushed a little, but we both smiled. We lifted up their cocks and sat right down on them and stopped.

"This is a wonderful position and the only position that a virgin girl should use. It hurts the first time. They should settle down like we did and stop. The pain will diminish, and you can start again," I said. "If you're their first, you really should have someone with them that they trust. Usually their best girlfriend. It's scary. You can be amazing for them. Don't pressure anyone and give them lots of opportunities to stop, even when they're right where we are. Make sure you point out that they only get one first time."

"If you treat them with respect and focus on them," said Leslie. "You will be asked by many young women to be their first. The key, and nothing is more important, is to be discrete. You do not tell anyone that you did anything with them. Ever. Lie if you have to. You can share with each other and that's IT. Got it?"

"Yes," said Dean. "It makes complete sense. Why would we brag? Boys that brag are lying. Boys that are caring and discrete are the ones that you wouldn't believe are having sex."

These boys get it. I like that. We like that.

We showed them how to tweak a nipple and gently play with our clits. Dean went one farther and slid a finger in me, next to his cock.

"That's nice," I said. "Turn your finger over and hook it up a bit. That's my G spot." He did and I just exploded. Finally I calmed down and we both started bouncing. We didn't get carried away but bounced slowly and gently. When we felt them get close, we stopped.

"This is something you can teach a lover," I said. "It extends the pleasure for both of you."

They both laughed.

"We understand edging," said Colten. This time we laughed.

"How often do you fuck each other?" I asked. I expected more blushes, but what I got was an answer.

"Every day," said Colten.

"You'll need to slow that as you spend time with others," I said.

"Maybe, but we can cum a lot," said Dean. "Unless we're just worn out, we'll have one more for each other."

I really like these guys. The next time they got close, we didn't stop. We let them cum in us, as you should for a boy's first time. We lifted up and off, and Dean pointed at me and at the bed.

They understood cleanup. Really well.

I admit, they had stamina we didn't expect. We taught them a train. This time Colten fucked me while Dean fucked Colten. Then Dean fucked Leslie while Colten fucked Dean. We didn't think today was the day to introduce toys.

"Too bad you don't have strap-ons," said Dean, with a smile. We did, but just laughed. Maybe later.

We used up a couple more and then took showers. I was with Colten for my shower and to my surprise, he shampooed my hair.

"Dean and I like to do this for each other," said Colten. "It's just so sensual."

That it is, Colten, that it is. We finally got dressed and headed back to the beach. Just as we got there, a couple walked up.

"There you are," said the woman. "We were looking for you."

"We just took a walk around," said Dean.

"Who are your friends?" said the man.

This was going to be fun. Leslie beat me too it.

"Hi," she said. "My name is Leslie, and this is my friend Rylee. You have such nice sons. So well mannered."

I turned and they were both standing there with shocked looks on their faces. Their parents laughed.

"Let me guess. You had them convinced that you weren't Leslie and Rylee," said their mom. "By the way, I'm Nanci and he's Leland."

"I'm confused," said Leland. "You're from here. Why would you be staying at a hotel?"

The boys were trying to be discrete, but they couldn't control their blush. They both blushed a deep crimson. I don't think it helped that Leland and Nanci laughed. Heartily. Nanci turned to us.

"So you own the hotel?" she asked.

"Yep," said Leslie, laughing.

"Good job, boys," said Nanci. "You were very discrete. That's fantastic. You're also the two luckiest boys on the planet."

"What in the world are you talking about, Mom?" asked Dean, so freaking sincerely.

I don't think it helped that we all laughed.

"It's OK, dude," said Leslie.

"Hell, I'm jealous," said Nanci.

"Why?" asked Leslie. "I already told you that we owned the hotel."

Nanci moaned. Leland looked confused.

"Can your marriage handle it?" I asked. Oh, Leland understands now.

"Yes," said all four of them.

Dean got jinx out first.

"OK, that leads us to the next question," said Leslie. "Is your interest only in the two of us or all four."

Leland looked confused again. Then he moaned. Nanci looked at him.

"Really?" said Nanci. "Damn that's sexy. Why didn't you tell me you like cock?"

He just shrugged.

"See, we're doing good in the world," I said. "What are we waiting for?"

Then Leslie turned and walked away. With all five of us walking behind her.

"She has a great ass, doesn't she?" I said. All four of them moaned. Hell, I joined in. She does!

Deflowering the parents

So to speak. We got up to our room and the sheets had all been changed. The boys didn't even notice the discrete button I pushed. Come on. We were going to need the sheets changed multiple times a day. You know that. We got in the room and Dean and Colten hopped up on the bed and laid back. I got on the side of Dean and Rylee got on the side next to Colten.

Sorry, Leslie at the pen.

"Strip for us. Make it sexy," said Dean. You go, Dean!

And they did. They slowly undressed each other, kissing each exposed piece of skin. Finally they were naked.

"You're next," said Dean, to Rylee and me. Leland laid next to Dean and Nanci laid next to Colten.

"Don't you have a jinx to pay up?" said Rylee. Oh God, they did. So well. Nanci and Leland were clearly surprised. We didn't even strip yet, but Dean rolled and sucked his dad's cock deep into his throat. Nanci was mesmerized.

Until Colten went down on her.

"Leland," said Rylee. "You should watch closely. I suspect today was a learning day for Colten and Dean." Leland got down really close to watch. That's when I decided it was time to introduce a double-ended dildo.

This was not the first time that Leland had been fucked in the ass. It was also the first of four. Me, Colten, Dean, Rylee.

No five. Nanci freaking pounded him.

A highlight was Nanci enjoying DP with Dean in the front and Colten in the back, with Leland fucking Dean and me fucking Colten.

We're fun. We finally finished up and showered.

"Do you want to spend the afternoon together?" asked Dean, eagerly.

"Slow down, dude," said Nanci. "They're here to fuck. They'll be searching out other boys this afternoon."

"Really?" asked Dean. "Cool. Let us know if there are any times we can join in."

"We own the hotel," said Rylee. "While that doesn't make it fair game for people to fuck their kids, it does for you."

Yes, four moans.

"But we're also having a party on Saturday," I said. I wrote down the address and handed it to Nanci.

"Most people will be naked and damn near everyone will be fucking," I said. "Just a heads up."

"Sounds good to us," said Nanci. Suddenly she perked up.

"Any others joining us?" she asked, subtly.

Rylee and I both laughed.

"Anyone in particular that interests you?" asked Rylee. "Top 3 from you both. Don't limit yourself to the opposite sex. Do you know our people well?"

They all moaned, which I took as a yes.

Dean took the lead. I'm stunned.

"Well, my 3, 4, and 5 are Amy, Tomas, and Pari," said Dean.

"3, 4, and 5?" asked Leland. We all just waited him out. He finally laughed.

"You're smooth, Dean," he said. Yes, he is.

"I'll go," said Colten. "But I think one is off limits. Grace, Hunter, and Nylah."

"Nylah turned 7," I said and went on to explain it. Leland's cock really bounced. A lot. With precum.

"So you like them young, honey?" said Nanci. "You should favor that in your choices. Mine are Bob, Amy, and Juanita."

"Inspired choices," said Rylee. "The three of them together are amazing."

"You've been in a 4-way with the three of them!" said Colten.

"No," said Rylee, to Colten's disappointment. "There were a lot more than four of us."

Colten just stared at her. His cock got hard again. Damn.

Rylee beat me to him.

And Leland chose Carlina, Tegan, and Denne. I'd say he likes them young.

Me too.

And the next day

Rylee here. My turn at the pen. Am I April or June? June, I'm June and I'm 13. April is 14.

Maybe we should have gone a little higher given the almost D cups, but no one is going to complain. For dinner last night, we just walked down to the Taco Bus, which isn't a bus, but whatever. It was great. We would have gone to the Island Grille, a favorite, but everyone would have known us. We're April and June, right?

We didn't even stay up too late, although if you're imagining us cuddling naked, then you would be right. We didn't break out the toys with the boys, but we didn't say we wouldn't break out the toys at all. OK, we did, but with their parents. Is that better? Now you're also imagining me just pounding Leslie, aren't you?

Well, that would have been right, too.

We got down to the beach a little later this morning and decided to go for a walk along the water. We hadn't gone far at all when we saw Colten and Dean making a sandcastle with three other kids. Oh God. Three adorable kids. We walked right up.

"Can we help?" asked Leslie. Colten and Dean played it cool, which I just loved. The other two boys were in shock.

Not the girl. Never the girl.

"Sure," she said. "I'm Danni, which is short for Daniella, and these are my brothers, Kade, with a K, and Vance."

She was waiting for our reaction, but she wasn't getting one. You see, Danni is about 9 and Hispanic. Kade looks to be about 12 and is black. Vance is older, maybe 15 and Asian. How the Asian boy is Vance, I can't explain.

"I'm April," said Leslie. "And this is my sister, June."

"Really?" said Kade. Leslie and I laughed. It is all part of the shtick.

"Tell me you didn't think we were Rylee and Leslie," said Leslie. That's a fun sentence to write.

"Um, well," said Kade and we all laughed. Leslie sat down quickly, which made her breasts bounce. It seemed like a good idea, so I did too. We were pushing it a little today. I'm wearing the Elaine Exotic bikini, which is a little too small and a little too see thru. Oops, and slipped right up into my pussy. I only know that because Danni was staring. I casually adjusted it by pulling it out, way out, and placing it where it goes. Vance is sitting next to me and I'm pretty sure he got a nice pussy shot. My confidence is high because he is so hard his cock is sticking out a little.

OK, not anymore. Danni just reached over and adjusted it and smiled at me while she was doing it.

They seem like fun kids. Leslie is in the Phyllis crop top which is even more see thru. Not too much, but enough.

It looks like Leslie has the same problem. You could basically see her entire pussy, with just a string down the middle. I suspect she knows.

No, I know she knows.

"We already met Colten and Dean yesterday," said Leslie.

"You did?" said Danni. "You never mentioned it when we were talking about them."

The two boys just smiled.

"You're very discrete," said Danni. "I like that in a boy."

"What else do you like to do with a boy, Danni?" said Leslie. Oh, shake her up a bit.

It didn't. I love this girl.

"Damn near everything," said Danni. "Girls are so fun, too." She gave Leslie a simply killer smile.

"May I be blunt?" said Danni. Given even her brothers moaned, I'd take that as a yes.

"If we had a place to go, I'd do you all," said Danni. Then she smiled.

"Isn't it handy we have our room to ourselves all day," I said. I expected Danni to back down. Bravado, you know.

Nope. She hopped right up. She didn't have anything to bounce, but her little top slipped and completely exposed her left nipple. Leslie jumped up too, with a lot of bouncing, which we all enjoyed. She reached over and adjusted Danni's top, running her fingers over her nipple in the process.

Yes, a little moan escaped from Danni.

Then Leslie turned and started walking away. Everyone just watched.

"It's an ass worth watching," I said. "But you're supposed to follow her if you're interested."

Oh they all ran to catch up. Me too! We didn't last on the beach for ten minutes.

We all crowded into an elevator and someone grabbed my butt.

"Stop it," I said. "Consent. You have to ask permission. My butt is fair game but only if you ask first." I was pretty stern.

"I'm so sorry," said Kade. "It really was an accident. I understand consent."

OK then.

We got to the room and Leslie turned quickly. Yeah, that was entertaining too.

"Let's play strip spin the bottle," said Leslie. She went over and grabbed a water bottle. You know, the ones that cost $10 in most hotels. Not here. Not in our hotels.

She sat down and waved everyone to sit down, too. Yes, her bikini rode up into her crotch, but, well, we're playing strip spin the bottle.

Everyone sat down and appeared eager but a little nervous.

"No one has to play," said Leslie. "You can just watch, or you can head back to the beach."

Like anyone was going to take that choice.

"To start, if the bottle points to you, off with a piece of clothing," said Leslie. She spun the bottle and it pointed right at Danni. Danni stood up and did the sexiest little dance while she took off her bikini.

Bottoms.

Hell yes we all stared. A slit with a clit. A big clit.

I like Danni. She sat back down, crisscross, which opened her right up. We all stared for a bit and she let us, but then she spun the bottle.

It pointed right at Leslie. She hopped up and did the same thing. Her bottoms. Yeah, stared at her, too. Just because I've licked her hundreds, if not thousands, of times, doesn't mean I don't appreciate a pretty pussy.

The boys had to be hurting by now.

Which made it interesting when the next person was Dean. Dean wasn't bashful at all. He stood up and dropped his shorts and out popped his nice 4-inch (10 cm) cock. Yes, nice. He knows how to use it!

Vance was next. Hot damn. Vance is next. He's got an incredible body and a thick, 9-inch (23 cm) cock.

OK, I moaned. Next up was me, so I hopped up and let them bounce. I went a different direction. I took off my top.

The boys really had to be hurting now. I spun and it pointed at Vance.

"What do we do now?" asked Vance.

"Well that's the big question, isn't it?" said Leslie. "What's everyone's comfort? Are we getting naked and nothing more? Are we kissing? Maybe more?"

"More?" croaked Vance.

"Yes," I said. "Listen, this is a safe space. We're happy to go as far as you want and help you learn anything you want. Anyone can just say pass and we'll spin again. I'd suggest we just keep going and we'll see how everyone feels, but no means no. We think the 30 second challenge is fun. What that means is the person that the bottle points to picks something they want the person that spun it to do for 30 seconds. For example, Vance, you might suggest I lick your balls, or blow you, or you get to play with my tits, or even I drop right down on that cock of yours. I'd suggest we work our way up, though."

"You'd do those things with me?" croaked Vance.

"Yes," said Leslie. "We would. It appears we're a little more experienced than the five of you. We're happy to make these teaching moments, too. We can teach you things. We could teach you how to lick pussy, Vance, or suck a cock, or fuck someone in the ass."

"Suck a cock?" asked Vance, with what appeared to be interest.

"Yes," I said. "We like same sex fun. Girls and boys. I'm happy to go down on Danni and we love seeing boys play. It turns us on."

Everyone looked at each other and Dean jumped in.

"I'm in," said Dean. "I have a lot to learn and I'm cool with girls and boys."

That sort of broke the ice a little.

"Let's put our cards on the table," said Leslie. "Are any of you virgins?" All three of the newcomers said they were.

Colten and Dean stayed quiet.

"You're not virgins?" asked Danni, of Colten and Dean. To my surprise, Colten jumped in.

"No," said Colten. "But we only have a little experience with girls."

"You said with girls," said Danni. "Do you have more experience with boys?"

"Yes," said Dean. "We like to play with each other."

OK, everyone moaned.

"We do, too," said Kade, nodding at Vance. Vance looked a little stunned.

"Kade," said Leslie. "That wasn't OK. Not at all. You clearly didn't have Vance's permission to share that. If you're going to have a fabulous sex life, you need to learn discretion." She looked at Dean and Colten, who both smiled and nodded.

"See," said Leslie. "I just got Colten and Dean's permission to share that they lost their virginity to June and me yesterday."

That sort of stopped the conversation.

"So, Vance," I said. "Thirty seconds of heaven. What will it be?"

"Can I suck your nipples?" he said, shyly.

"A surprising first choice," I said. "But a good one. Come here." He kind of crawled over. He leaned down to suck on my right nipple, but I laid back on the carpet, bringing him with me. That had him laying on me. He latched on and sucked. Hard. Too hard.

"Too hard," I said, and he backed off a little.

"Perfect," I said. His cock was trapped between us and felt great.

Leslie announced 30 seconds, and Vance got up on his knees.

And just erupted. My tits and face took it all. He looked mortified. It was a lot of cum.

I just laughed, which calmed him a bit.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "You want the first one out of the way before you fuck us anyway."

"Us?" he squeaked.

Leslie laughed.

"Yes," said Leslie. "Us. Both of us."

"All three of us," said Danni, kind of shyly. That surprised me.

"I stand corrected," said Leslie. "All three of us."

That was going to be fun to watch.

"This is a learning moment," said Leslie. "We believe that it is your mess, so you clean it up."

"Let me get a towel," said Danni.

"No towel," I growled. They looked confused.

"I think she means you're supposed to lick it up," said Dean. Nicely played. You think.

"Nicely played, Dean," said Leslie. Dean laughed.

"She means that yesterday I licked my load off her," said Dean. "And kissed it to her."

I think those were the magic words because Vance dove right in. He started with my face and as he got a mouthful, he kissed it to me. He had practiced kissing. A lot.

"There is enough cum to kiss everyone a mouthful," said Leslie. Vance lifted us head and I could see the cum on his tongue. Kade surprised me.

He leaned in for the kiss. This was not new to them.

Good.

Finally I was almost clean, and Vance was still kneeling over me, with his rock hard cock dangling. I reached down and took his cock and positioned it in the right place.

"Push," I said, and he did. Damn he filled me up. He stroked in and out for a few times and I loved his expression.

"Stop," I said, and he immediately pulled right out.

"Well done," I said. "But this isn't the best first time position." I pushed him on his back and climbed on. Right on.

"Come here, Kade," said Leslie. "Watch. See how you can play with her breasts and clit? Aggressive on the nipples and gentle on the clit."

Let me tell you, Vance is a natural.

And filled me right up. Which turned into a learning opportunity for them all. I was impressed that Dean and Colten led the class. Those boys were good listeners.

Well, we wore them all out. That's what happens when there are only four cocks for three girls. The ratio was wrong. Danni's first time was with Kade and second with Vance. I'm pretty sure they're a trio. They'll get there.

She also had cocks three and four. Dean and Colten. A nice time was had by all.

We got dressed and Leslie and I put on more modest tankinis. I didn't say we didn't look sexy. We were just slightly more modest. They're actual Speedos, so sexy but not too sexy. OK, maybe one size too small, but that wasn't intentional. We've grown. Up there.

"Damn, you look good," said Danni. "Just, damn."

Leslie went over and opened a drawer. She looked through it for a bit and came out with another Speedo, in lots of colors.

She handed it to Danni.

"You have a Speedo in my size," said Danni, as she pulled it on. We all moaned. She rocks it. Just the tiniest of nipple bumps. We like nipple bumps.

"God, you look sexy," said Kade. He got really hard.

"Are you three sharing a room?" asked Leslie. They nodded that they were.

"Then save that," said Leslie, with a smile. "But be careful. Cum in someone or on someone and lick it up. No cum on the towels for your parents to find.

"Good advice," said Danni. "All for me."

"You sure about that?" said Vance, with a smile.

Yes, we all moaned.

We headed back down and just as we came out, a stunning couple walked up. I mean just stunning. Of course they're the parents of the Hispanic, Black, and Asian kid.

They are white as white can be.

"Did you make some new friends?" said their mom, with a smirk that I knew.

"Yeah," said Danni. "We just went for a walk."

This is where it gets fun. Leslie stuck out her hand.

"Hi," she said. "My name is Leslie, and this is my friend Rylee. You have such nice, respectful kids. We get a lot of rude propositions, but they were nothing but polite."

"Too bad," said their dad, under his breath, but Danni caught it.

"Dad," she said, in the whine of a 9-year-old. He blushed, which is pretty obvious when you're that white.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's natural to appreciate attractive people," said their mom. "Nothing wrong with that. I find you all quite attractive."

"Was that a subtle suggestion that all of us should go back to your room and get naked?" said Leslie. Oh boy, shake them up Leslie.

"Do you own the hotel?" asked the mom, with a smile. We don't even know their names yet!

Leslie just nodded.

"Then yes, it is," she said, smiling, and to the shock of everyone. Especially her husband. But given how hard he got, I think he was into it. Leland and Nanci had just walked up. Nanci looked at Leslie and Leslie nodded. Well played, Nanci.

"Hi," said Nanci. "We're Nanci and Leland. We're Colten and Dean's parents."

"We're Avie, with an ie, and Wesley," said Avie.

"So, Wesley," said Leland. "Is your interest only in the girls, or do the boys turn you on too? They sure do me."

"Way to get it out there, Leland," I said, laughing.

"You already know their parents?" asked Avie.

"Very well," I said. "Very well."

"I'm not going to answer for you, dear," said Avie.

"If it helps," said Leland. "The boys were just as fun as the girls." That got a little smile from Wesley. And his cock bounced.

"I have always been curious," said Wesley.

Oh goody.

"Let's go," said Leslie and once again, we were following Leslie's amazing ass. But she didn't head inside. She headed out onto the beach.

"Where is she going?" asked Dean. It took me a moment, but the movement from the sky cleared it up.

Leslie's E-82 dropped from the sky, just off the beach, and the stairs unfolded onto the sand. We all ran to catch up and followed her up the stairs, which was quite a compelling view.

Leslie's plane is configured a little differently and didn't have a wall between the cockpit and the seating area. Kind of the big version of a Cessna 182. I like it. I'm having mine changed, too.

"Find a seat everyone," she said, plopping down in the pilot's seat. "Danni, sit there." She pointed at the co-pilot's seat. Everyone else found a seat. I ended up next to Wesley.

He couldn't keep his eyes off my tits. I get it.

"So do you want to slide your cock between my tits?" I asked, trying to shock him. He smiled.

"Very much," he said. OK, then.

"I'm hungry," said Leslie. "Does everyone like Thai food?" Everyone did. I suspected where we were going, and Leslie proved me right. She took us up high, higher than she needed to and then turned off the gravity. It's such a cool feeling to float up against your seatbelt. Leslie flipped the plane over and turned the entire ceiling transparent.

We can do that now.

What we got was an incredible view of the Earth.

"Hold up," said Danni. "We're really high." Then the lightbulb went on.

"We're in geosynchronous orbit," said Danni, a bit in awe. "That's 35,800 kilometers high. We got here in under five minutes."

"We'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that to anyone," said Leslie. Then she pulled off her top. I don't know why, but we all appreciated that view, too. Danni floated from her seat and started undressing, too.

"I don't know why we're stripping, but it seems like a good idea," said Danni, pulling off her bottoms. All the kids were naked first, but the parents got undressed, too.

"Do you have artificial gravity?" asked Danni.

Leslie just smiled and turned it on and we all gradually came down.

Then Danni pushed her Dad on his back and sat on his legs.

"May I, please?" asked Danni.

"Anything you want," said Wesley. I think he expected a hand job. I know he didn't expect her to lift up and slam down on his cock.

I didn't say he didn't like it.

Kade laid down and motioned at his mom. Her eyes got big, but she walked over in a trance and sat right down on him. Vance laid down too and waved Colten over.

OK. Good for you.

Dean had been a fast learner. He positioned Leslie on the bottom, me on my knees, and slid right in.

We paired up in almost every imaginable pair until the men didn't have anymore. Then the five women kept going, with Danni getting almost all of the attention. Finally, even we wore out.

That was fun as hell.

"Now I'm really hungry," said Danni.

"Where are we going to eat dressed in swimsuits?" asked Wesley. "I don't even have a shirt."

"No worries," said Leslie, leaving it at that. She took us out of orbit and dropped pretty quickly. Then she flew through town.

Past the Eiffel tower.

They all just stared as she settled down on the apartment. The big ass apartment.

"We need quick showers and only showers," said Leslie. "We have clothes for you all. Then dinner."

"I should warn you," I said. "In all likelihood there will be a lot of people openly fucking. Some that might surprise you. Most you can join, within the rules. If that bothers you, we can leave."

Danni pointed out the window.

Bill was on a lounge just pounding Nylah. Next to them was Colby just pounding Jessica.

"I know they're too young to be doing that, even by your rules," said Danni.

"The clearly have an exception for the weekend, which puts them in play for all of us except the adults," said Leslie.

"All of you," croaked Leland.

"Yeah," said Leslie. "Let me tell you, he may be young and small, but Bill is simply an incredible lover. Then again, so is Jessica."

She let them picture that. Jessica had seen us and waved.

Just as she got hit by what was clearly a massive orgasm.

"I've never cum that hard in my life," said Avie. "Until today."

"I never had until yesterday," said Nanci, smiling. Avie turned to her.

"You played with them all yesterday too? Damn," said Avie. "Who got you off the hardest?" Nanci looked at us and we nodded.

"Rylee," said Nanci. "Although Colten was fucking me at the time."

Let's just put it all out there, folks.

Leslie dropped the door and we all stepped out. That's when they all remembered they were naked.

Oops.

Leslie and I are too, of course, and we walked right over and stood to watch the kids. Everyone followed us.

"Are we really allowed to watch?" asked Wesley.

"Oh yeah," said Jessica, kind of panting. "Pay attention. You'll learn a few things."

And they did.

"We're going to dinner, want to come?" asked Leslie.

"Yeah," said Jessica. "But slide under here first. We could both use your tongue."

Which is how we got to watch Jessica go down on Leslie and Leslie licking Jessica and Colby.

It is fun to watch. So tiny. So damn experienced. Finally they finished and all hopped up. They're the sexiest damn kids in the world.

Jessica walked over and took Danni's hand.

"Let's get you all cleaned up and dressed," said Jessica walking away. Which led to us following two cute little asses.

We like cute little asses.

Jessica took us to the elevator and down to the family gym. Good choice, Jessica. She led us into the locker room and through to the showers. I think I am the only one that noticed the bank of lockers that had names on them.

All of us had a locker. With our name on it.

We went into the giant shower. Jessica was clearly in charge now.

"You may shower with someone and wash them, but that's all. I'm hungry," said Jessica. We all understood that was an order and paired up. I ended up with Nylah.

I'm good with that. I scrubbed her with a loofah, and she returned the favor but got a little too vigorous.

My knees buckled a bit, which got me a glare from Jessica. What could I do but shrug a little? That's when Jessica took a shot of cum in the face from a horrified Wesley. She laughed.

"It's OK," said Jessica. "Accidents happen. No problem with that." Then she ran a finger through the cum and licked it off, while smiling at Wesley.

I think he almost lost another load. Leslie and Dean both leaned in and got a lick before she swatted them away and rinsed it off.

Too bad. It wasted a lot of good cum.

Jessica walked us over to the pile of towels.

"Everybody has to dry themselves," said Jessica. "I don't trust you."

Spot on, Jessica.

Jessica wrapped her hair in a towel and headed out of the shower. No other towel, which is how we ended up with the only towels on the heads of the women.

And Colten. Well, he does have luscious long hair.

We got into the locker room and Jessica pointed at the lockers. Dean walked over and opened his and pulled out a suit on a hanger. He looked at the label.

"You just happened to have a locker on it with my name, with a custom Timmy suit that I am willing to bet big money on is in my size," said Dean. By then everyone had opened their locker. Then women had nice dresses and them men all had suits, with ties. Everyone had underwear.

"I need a bra," said Avie.

"No one needs a bra," said Jessica. "Ever. Their only purpose is to get torn off in the heat of passion by a lover. That's fun."

We all took a moment to imagine Jessica in a tiny bra getting ripped off by the person of our choice. Which for damn near all of us was ourselves. No, make that all of us. I know that look.

It took us a bit to get dressed and Colby and Bill helped all the boys tie their ties. I admit, we all look good. Rylee and I are in different variations of a wrap dress. Given our endowment, we would likely be giving a few down blouse shots, particularly to the waiter, but I'm pretty confident that Jessica knew that. She's in a similar dress and hers is just a little too big.

Avie and Nanci were in more conservative dresses and all buttoned up, so to speak. Nanci looked at us and laughed.

"Too bad we don't have dresses like that Avie," said Nanci. "We could put on a little down blouse shows, too."

"There is another dress in both of your lockers," said Jessica. And there was. Were those here a few minutes ago? Surely they were there.

But we are talking Jessica.

We headed back to the elevator. We're a big group. Jessica and her group, Danni's family, Dean's family, and the two of us. 4, 5, 4, 2.

Fifteen of us. I thought we'd go to the original restaurant, which is a somewhat typical Thai place. A little above fast food, but not a lot. Jessica led us to their new restaurant next door. The wildly upscale Thai place. There was a line down the block for the few tables that didn't have reservations.

Jessica led us to the maître 'd. Nanci came up beside me.

"How did Jessica have these clothes, and our names, and all that?" asked Nanci. I just shrugged.

"Jessica often just knows to do things," I said.

"Ah, Miss Jessica. Your table for fifteen. Thank you for letting us know last week," said the maître 'd.

Nanci just stared at me and Avie turned and did, too. I just shrugged.

I saw Leslie shrug at Leland and Wesley.

"Just roll with it, folks," said Danni, who seemed quite comfortable with everything. Especially her dad's cock.

Sorry, but sometimes you have to go there.

We sat down and food immediately started coming and set out family style.

"I hope you don't mind I ordered in advance. We're a big table and it makes it easier for them," said Jessica.

"Were they keeping it warm?" asked Colten. Jessica laughed.

"No," said Jessica. "I told them last week that we'd arrive at 1910. 7:10 pm."

"7:10, not 7 or 7:15," said Wesley. Jessica just smiled at him.

"You even took into account that we'd change dresses?" asked Nanci.

"I just knew that's when we'd get here," said Jessica.

"When did you order?" asked Kade.

"About ten days ago," said Jessica.

"But we just decided to go to the Sand Pearl a few days ago," said Wesley. "And we're never spontaneous. The kids should be in school!"

Jessica shrugged.

"It's best to just roll with it," said Bill. "It's been this way my whole life." OK, Leslie and I laughed.

"Yeah," said Leslie. "All 5 years of it."

That's when the wine cart arrived. Our wine cart. Come on. You knew there was one. For us.

"What would everyone prefer?" said the sommelier. "Or perhaps you'd like to do it as a tasting? A small drink from each choice?"

Leland was the closest to the cart. I could just see him doing the mental math. They always do the mental math.

"These are literally my Top 10 dream wines. In order," said Leland. "It is over a half million in wine. You're suggesting we open them all to taste them? Just the four of us?"

Danni led the laughter. Martain, who I know is the sommelier, had just popped the cork on the first bottle. He poured a small amount into a glass for the tasting. We don't really understand what we're supposed to do, but we love the ritual.

Then Danni held out her hand and he handed it to her. Her parents just stared. She swirled the wine and took a nice sniff of the aroma. Her lips curled into a small smile. She took a taste and savored it on her tongue and swallowed. She turned to Martain and nodded, ever so slightly.

Well played Danni.

"How in the hell did you know how to do that?" asked Wesley, a bit sharply. Danni laughed.

"I've watched every James Bond movie ever made," said Danni. "I didn't have a clue what it should smell like, but it tastes fucking amazing."

With that, Martain poured a small glass for each of us. He opened the next one in line, which was a white. Leslie just shook her head no and he laughed and started pouring. It's not like anyone was going to object if we sent it back, but we've never, ever had to do so.

"Try the red first," said Martain. "Then have a cracker or piece of bread before you taste the white." I couldn't stop myself from laughing, because every glass of red on the table was empty and all but a few of the white were, too.

"Just open them all, Martain," said Leslie. "You can leave them on the table."

"You expect us to drink ten bottles of wine," said Nanci.

"No," said Leslie. "But that table is empty, in this restaurant. The only way that happens is if someone else from the family is coming to dinner."

I saw the smirk on Jessica's face. It was a table for eight, right next to us.

"Who is coming, Jessica?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just knew I needed that table too," said Jessica. Which is exactly when Amy, Bob, Orlando, Grace, Morgan, Sophia, Hunter, and Hallie all walked in. Moments later, Pari ran in, which was quite a sight. She favors loose wrap dresses too, and just as she skidded to a halt, the belt came loose, and the dress fell to each side.

Giving us a full frontal view of Pari. Completely naked. Pari is not a fan of underwear. She just laughed and waited a few counts before wrapping and tying it. I looked behind us and every table facing our way was staring. Come on. Naked Pari.

A lot of jaws at the table dropped, too. A table full of royalty and a naked girl. Damn, that's a porn title if I have ever heard one.

They were all dressed up as well as we were. God, Bob and Amy are gorgeous, but then again, that whole table. Bob walked over, holding Pari's hand, who was also holding Amy's hand.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Bob."

"I'm Amy," she said.

"And I'm their girlfriend, Pari," said Pari. Damn, that's going to stain. Leland just spit some red wine onto the tablecloth.

"Their girlfriend?" asked Leland. They all just beamed.

"You people are a lot of fun," said Danni.

"You have no idea," said Pari. Pari looked at Leslie, who nodded. Pari's smile was huge.

"Oh goody," said Pari. "You can find out how fun later."

"Let's rearrange," said Pari, somehow now in charge. She sent Amy to the other table and grabbed Dean, Kade, Colten, and Vance. Then she sent Sophia, Morgan, and Hallie with them. The four boys, with Amy, Sophia, Morgan, and Hallie.

I think they're in heaven.

Our table was one chair short, so Pari solved the problem by sitting on Bob's lap. I think it shocked everyone, but not as much as when she turned and kissed him.

That was one hell of a kiss.

Our table is fun

Sophia here. We did the introductions but had to drag it out of the boys. They're all a little stunned.

Then Amy did her magic and they all calmed down.

Then she shocked them.

"So, was Leslie as good a fuck as you expected?" asked Amy. Dean was the first to answer.

"Whatever do you mean?" asked Dean. "You know there is absolutely no answer to that question. If we haven't, we have no answer. If we have, we definitely have no answer."

All the other boys nodded.

"Well done, guys," said Morgan. "You threaded that needle flawlessly, leaving us with no information, pushing back on Amy, and doing it all politely."

"Now," said Hallie. "We're all hoping to go back to the apartment and pass you around so you can fuck us all until you just can't anymore."

Well that was blunt. True, but blunt.

"Certainly an outcome that is favorable to us," said Kade. We all laughed.

"And to us," said Morgan.

This is going well. Our food arrived, as did our wine, and we just had so much fun. The boys are sharp, bright, and snarky. What impressed us was that they were snarky with each other, but with us, too. Colten appears shyer, but Amy left herself open and he just hammered her. It was awesome.

He's going to hammer her later, too. Oh, I've got to tell that one to Bob.

Our table is fun too

I have no idea what is going on. I don't even know why we came for dinner. The three of us were in Chicago when Bob announced we were going to Paris for dinner. Oh, this is Pari. Bob, Hallie, and me. I have no idea how the others got here.

"So, Bob," I said, still sitting on his lap. "What made you decide on Thai tonight?"

"I don't know," he said. "I just knew we were having Thai food in Paris."

"You really didn't have this planned?" said Leland. Bob shook his head no.

"But you expected them," he said to Jessica.

"No," said Jessica. "I had no idea who would show up. I knew I needed two tables. One at 1910 for 15 and one at 1930 for 8."

"But you needed a table for nine at 1930," said Nanci. Jessica just smiled. I love her enigmatic smile.

"No," I said. "Best case, she's sitting on someone's lap. Worst case, she knows I'll sit on Bob's." That made Jessica laugh.

"Didn't work out so well for me," said Jessica.

That's when Danni slid her chair back a little and opened her arms. Jessica didn't sit facing forward, like I did. She faced Danni.

And the restaurant got to watch them make out for a bit. Not being stupid, I took Jessica's chair. It is a pain to share a chair at a restaurant. You have to know that I know that.

Just then, a busboy brought over another chair and place setting.

OK, we all laughed.

"So, Bob," said Danni. "Does Leland work for you or Rylee?"

"Where do you work, Leland?" asked Bob.

"You have to ask me that before you can answer the question?" asked Leland. It took us a while to stop laughing.

Bill, Jessica, Colby, and Nylah started throwing out the names of companies that Bob and Rylee owned. I counted. They got into the forties before Danni yelled.

"Nationwide," she said.

"I didn't say anything!" said Leland.

"Your aura did," said Danni. She held it longer than I did. I saw it, too. Yes, I started laughing and Danni glared at me, and then laughed.

"Your nose twitched," I said. "A little bit like Samantha on Bewitched."

"Are you a warlock, Leland?" asked Bob.

Leland just smiled and wiggled his nose, which broke up the table.

"Well played," I said, still laughing.

"Rylee," said Jessica. We all kind of looked at her.

"Leland works for a company that Rylee owns," said Jessica.

"So I don't quite get this Dionysus thing," said Nanci. "OK, I'm in Paris and flew here in a space plane owned by 16-year-old Leslie, but still."

"That's the thing that is memorable to you from today?" asked Nylah.

"Point taken," said Nanci. "But yes. Space? Paris? Come on."

"Bill and I have never lived any other life," said Jessica.

"I never thought of that," said Bob. "You really haven't. Everyone else that is here lived a life before Dionysus. Even our new friends."

"That's cool," said Colby.

"Back to my question," said Nanci. "They just rattled off the names of a bunch of huge companies. You can't tell me that you own them all."

"Sort of," said Rylee. "Bob and I went on a buying spree. So yes, one of us owns all of those."

"Samsung and Apple both?" said Wesley.

"Yeah, but they still compete," said Rylee. "The competition is good for them. Now, can I point out that we're all done eating and that if we go back to the apartment, we'll all get naked, and you'll try things you've never tried before."

"Check!" said Leland, laughing.

We all got up and started to leave.

"Wait!" said Leland. "I was kidding. I can't afford this!"

Nylah snorted.

"We don't have to pay because we own the restaurant," said Nylah. "They'll bill us and include a monstrous tip, because we like the word monstrous."

Well we kind of do. Monstrous. Although my preferred use is before the word cock.

We walked outside and it is just a stunning night. I saw at least a couple people yawn. It's pretty late, even for those that started in earlier time zones.

"Listen," said Bob. "We're all clearly beat. Let's head back to the apartment and hit the sack. We can stay here in Paris for the week."

"We prepaid our hotel in Florida," said Nanci.

"While that's the practical thing to say," said Rylee. "Not anymore. I refunded it already. For all of you."

"Of course you did," said Wesley.

"Listen," I said. "We get that the money is confusing. Heck, I grew up poor. Really poor. This is insane to me. But just roll with it. We'll have fun. We'll do the sights. We'll do each other. Win-win."

We walked into the apartment. The wall was open, and it is just stunning.

"Were you aware that there are least forty people that are doing some physically impressive things?" asked Danni.

"Anything in particularly you like? Or anyone in particularly you like?" I asked.

"Both," she said, pointing at Gabe just as he spun Carlina in mid-air.

I took her by the shoulders and pushed her towards them.

"Tell them politely what you want," I said, as she walked away. "Say please."

About 15 seconds later, Danni is bouncing on Gabe's cock, while he holds her in mid-air, with his hands on her cute little ass.

Danni had quite a night.

We all did.

OK, we're a little later today

Leslie here. We're back at the Sand Pearl. Everyone else is in Paris. No real reason, other than we had reservations. We're finally hitting the pool, then the beach. It is almost 1000. Late for us. Probably a challenge to even get a lounge. Maybe we'll swim. We're rocking bikinis today and a little more skin. Still conservative enough for Florida, we hope. Basically they're just really high-cut on the hips, don't have a lot of ass coverage, and struggle to contain our tits.

Hey, we have great tits, and you know it and love it. The triangles of the top were, well, smaller. As in a lot of cleavage and a bit of underboob. They are probably more conservative on a woman with B cups, which is the size we bought.

C cups, almost D cups, baby.

In other words, fully covered, but pushing it for a 13-year-old and 14-year-old. We thought about aging ourselves, but one thing about lying. Don't change the lie or you'll get caught. Yeah, it is part of Zeta training. Yes, we're both trained and you're imagining us in camo.

We rock it.

Anyway, we got down to the pool and there was one lounge, so we put our stuff on it. We walked towards the pool and a woman rushed over to confront us. I know I shouldn't go here, but a Karen, through and through, including the haircut and mom suit.

"You can't claim that chair if you're not going to be in it," she said, pushing our stuff on the ground and plopping down on our lounge. Rylee just looked at me and smiled. I guess this one is mine.

"Ma'am," I said. "You have no right to do that. Please get up and let us have our lounge back," I said, politely.

"It's the rules!" she shouted. "And why should I talk to two underdressed sluts like you?" OK, that was uncalled for, even if possibly accurate.

"Ma'am," I said, stretching out the word. There is nothing a Karen hates more than your pointing out they are a ma'am to you. Maybe. OK, I just made it up, but it is believable. "There is no such rule. Please get up before I am forced to get the hotel involved."

That's when a man with two younger kids and a man walked up.

"What is going on, Karen?" said the man, in a voice that sound as exasperated as I feel.

"Your name is actually Karen?" said Rylee. Sometimes we don't say all the words out loud, Rylee.

"Yeah," said the daughter, who looked to be about 12. At least I'm guessing. She's adorable and appears to have delicious budding breasts, but you couldn't really see much in what could only be described as an oversized shorty wet suit. The double standard in the family is pretty clear by the Speedo her brother of about 13 is wearing that is not this year's Speedo. The dad is in board shorts and a t-shirt, looking like, well, a dad. Not that there is anything wrong with that. My dad looks good enough to fuck.

Repeatedly. There was one time in a helicopter.

Back on track, Leslie.

"These girls were trying to claim this lounge and then leaving," said Karen. God, it is hard to not laugh.

All three of her family members rolled their eyes.

"Get up, Mom," said the daughter. "Your privilege is showing."

"That's ridiculous," said Karen. "They're not Black."

"No, Mom," said the boy. "They're an entirely different marginalized population. One you should understand and startlingly don't. Women. Especially young women."

Then he winked at me.

So much for April and June. Not the months. You know.

Just then the manager came up, at speed. Not running, but damn close. He skidded to a stop and almost didn't make it, teetering over Karen for a bit before he caught himself. The look of shock on his face as he realized he might tumble over her was spectacular.

"Is there a problem?" he said. "I'm the manager of the hotel."

"Yes," said Karen. "These girls are bothering me and trying to steal my lounge."

"And whose items are these?" asked the manager, pointing to our stuff on the ground. Karen pointed at us.

"They dumped it all there," said Karen.

"Really," said the manager. "With enough force to snap the lid off their suntan lotion." Our former suntan lotion, given it is now all soaking the concrete.

Karen just shrugged.

"Ma'am," he said, making it just as tortuous as I did. "You are aware that the pool area has surveillance cameras, correct?" He pointed at four different ones.

Karen is now blushing.

"They were leaving!" she shouted. He turned to us.

"We were going into the pool," said Rylee. "That's when she accosted us. We walked back when she dumped our stuff."

"You can't hold one!" said Karen.

Now we all rolled our eyes, including the manager.

"Ma'am," said the manager. "They were going into the pool. You have to know your position is untenable."

Oh boy. Karen does not know what untenable means. I simply love this manager. I might love this manager until he can't love anymore. Please tell me I don't have to explain that.

"I have my rights!" she shouted.

You could see the manager was already tired of her. I nodded to him and he understood. He is very intuitive. Did I mention he is gorgeous too?

I'm wearing that love right out if he is interested, of course.

He turned to me.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Why are you asking her!" shouted Karen. "I'm the one that was wronged!"

"How?" asked Rylee, beating me to it.

Karen looked confused.

"How were you wronged?" I asked.

"You know! You did it! I don't have to explain it, do I?" said Karen.

"Yes, you do," said Rylee. "That was just a word salad. Explain, in detail, how you were wronged. It will help your case for staying at the hotel."

"What in the hell is she talking about?" shouted Karen, getting louder.

"Increasing your volume is not a response to the question," I said.

"Why are you letting them interrogate me?" shouted Karen, at the manager. The manager's name is Kenton. It is on his name tag. I christen thee Kenton.

Sorry, but Karen was on a lengthy rant.

Finally I was done.

"I'm done," I said. I turned to the dad, who was clearly about to explode with frustration.

"She's gone," I said. "The three of you are welcome to stay and be our guests for dinner. We like meeting new people."

"What the holy hell is she talking about?" shouted Karen. I looked to the daughter. She smiled. I pointed at Rylee.

"Mom," she said. "The woman to whom she is pointing is named Rylee. She is one of the Top 5 richest people in the world. If she were in the mood, you would no longer have a cellphone, computer, and probably microwave that works in the United States."

"She could probably find a microwave, but not a very good one," said Rylee. "Maybe. It is hard to keep track."

The girl looked back at me and I nodded, but the boy saw it too and jumped in.

"This is Princess Leslie," said the boy. "She is the Minister of Defense for the country of Dionysus and commands the most powerful military in the world. She was the youngest person to ever certify in a jet and won the US military's Top Gun competition, for the first time, at, what, 12?"

"11," I said. A nice touch that he knows us. His smile says he knew it was 11 and was just twisting the knife. I like that in a young man. I like the rest of the young man, too.

"Forgive me for being forward," said the girl. "But do you own the hotel?"

"Yes," I responded.

"And it is a consulate?" asked the boy.

This time I just nodded.

"We have heard that you value directness and being polite, so here goes," said the boy. "Would tonight's dinner invitation have the opportunity to include breakfast? Please?"

"Well played," said Rylee. "Well played. You implied that you wanted a wild night of passion with us but allowed us the room to just interpret it that would we meet again for breakfast."

"Smooth, dude, smooth," I said. "Yes, breakfast is certainly a meal I enjoy."

"If you're being circumspect because of Mom," said the girl. "Please feel free to twist the knife." Then she pointed at the suit she is wearing. I turned to Karen.

"Why is she wearing such a ridiculous outfit at the beach?" I asked. Karen got all huffy.

"So she doesn't turn into someone like you," said Karen, in the snidest voice I have ever heard. Rylee reached down and grabbed her phone and took Karen's picture.

"Why did you take my picture?" shouted Karen. "You can't do that."

"Leslie owns the hotel. We have security cameras. We have plenty of pictures of you," said Rylee. "This was just more convenient if I have your picture in my phone." With that, she pressed a button on her phone and Karen's phone buzzed a loud and long tone. Karen just stared at it like it was a bomb.

"You should read that," said Rylee. Karen picked up her phone.

"It says I am in timeout and my phone will no longer work in every country except Liberia," said Karen.

"Liberia?" I asked.

"It's random," said Rylee. "Who knows. Maybe it will spark tourism."

"You can't put me in timeout," shouted Karen.

"I can and did," said Rylee. "911 works. Calling any of the three of them works. It will automatically unlock when you tell any of the three of them that you're sorry and that you'll let your husband make the parenting decisions. Then it will listen. If it hears you order the kids to do anything other than chores and homework, it will shut you down for 24 hours. The second time is a week. The third we take your phone permanently."

"You can do all those things?" I thought, to Rylee.

"Yes, but I won't," thought Rylee.

"Stay with it," thought the girl. "She'll cave. I'm Pamela and he's Joseph. Our dad is Tod."

"How very 1960s Midwestern of you all," thought Rylee and Pamela laughed in our heads.

Karen was about to explode. That's when security walked up. It took a bit, but they finally escorted her away. I learned new profanity.

"Did you really ban her from the hotel?" asked Joseph.

"Yes, Joseph, I did," I said. "And when you listen in on a conversation, you should let people know you're there."

His blush said I was right. His dad's blush surprised me.

In a good way. Oh wait. Shit.

"Do you go to our schools?" I asked, and they shook their heads no.

I stepped in much closer to them and looked around.

"Then it has to stop," I said. "The consequences for you, Tod, are horrific. The two of you would be split up, on purpose, and never see each other again."

They all looked stunned.

"I, uh, we, um," said Tod.

"Shakespeare there, Tod, but you know it," I said. "We can talk later when we're all naked and worn out."

Well, Joseph is wearing a Speedo, so I know how he feels about it. Oh, my, Tod is tenting out his shorts. Impressively. Pamela noticed.

"Yeah, well-endowed," said Pamela. "You can't tell, but my nipples are rock hard and I'm dripping. Could we take a break from the sun?"

Why, yes, we can.

And it was glorious. Rylee and I were on fire. Then again, so was Pamela. That girl has surprising skills and under that stupid suit, she is quite gorgeous. As in should model for Ruby gorgeous.

The rest of us decided to have breakfast at the outdoor restaurant by the pool. We were actually Rylee and Leslie, which is a little easier to maintain. Pamela is hilarious and Joseph is clearly her sidekick. I won't guess whether they're soulmates. Mostly because I know they are, but they're also a trio.

With Tod. Their dad.

They'll get there.

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